The passing of every minute of the workday
brings me ever closer to you once more.
I long for the ending of the day,
for the passing of the hours, the minutes,
ever faster
for the meeting of our lips, our hearts,
our lives once more
at the end of the day,
the passing of the time
between now and then...
August 16, 2005 13:35
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